The Poetical Remains of the Late Dr. John Leyden,: With Memoirs of His Life,

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Strahan and Spottiswoode, 1819 - 415 sider
 

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Side 100 - Where the wave is tinged with red, And the russet sea-leaves grow, Mariners, with prudent dread, Shun the shelving reefs below. As you pass through Jura's sound, Bend your course by Scarba's shore...
Side 163 - SLAVE of the dark and dirty mine ! What vanity has brought thee here? How can I love to see thee shine So bright, whom I have bought so dear?
Side 105 - This yellow sand, this sparry cave, Shall bend thy soul to beauty's sway ; Canst thou the maiden of the wave Compare to her of Colonsay ?' Roused by that voice of silver sound, From the paved floor he lightly sprung, And glancing wild his eyes around Where the fair nymph her tresses wrung, No form he saw of mortal mould ; It shone like ocean's snowy foam ; Her ringlets waved in living gold, Her mirror crystal, pearl her comb.
Side lxiv - Anderson, the surgeon who attended him, despaired of his life ; but though all his friends endeavoured at this period to prevail upon him to relax in his application to study, it was in vain He used, when unable to sit upright, to prop himself up with pillows, and continue his translations. One day that I was sitting by his bedside the surgeon came in. ' I am glad you are here,' said Mr Anderson, addressing himself to me, ' you will be able to persuade Leyden to attend to my advice.
Side 88 - Ah ! ne'er before in Border feud Was seen so dire a fray ! Through glittering lances Keeldar hew'd A red corse-paven way. His helmet, formed of mermaid sand, No lethal brand could dint ; No other arms could e'er withstand The axe of earth-fast flint. In Keeldar's plume the holly green, And rowan leaves, nod on, And vain lord Soulis's sword was seen, Though the hilt was adderstone. Then up the Wee Brown Man he rose, By Soulis of Liddesdale ; " In vain," he said, " a thousand blows Assail the charmed...
Side 77 - And my casque of sand, by a mermaid's hand, Was formed beneath the sea. " Then, Margaret dear, have thou no fear That bodes no ill to me, Though never a knight, by mortal might, Could match his gramarye." Then forward bound both horse and hound, And rattle o'er the vale; As the wintry breeze through leafless trees Drives on the pattering hail. Behind their course the English fells In deepening blue retire; Till soon before them boldly swells The muir of dim Redswire.
Side 70 - They rolld him up in a sheet of lead, A sheet of lead for a funeral pall ; They plunged him in the cauldron red, And melted him, lead, and bones and all.
Side xx - But Jehu took no heed to walk in the law of the LORD God of Israel with all his heart: for he departed not from the sins of Jeroboam, which made Israel to sin.
Side 71 - Melvill of Glenbervie, bore his faculties so harshly, that he became detested by the barons of the country. Reiterated complaints of his conduct having been made to James I. (or, as others say, to the Duke of...
Side 104 - Lulled by the music of the seas, He lies within a coral cave. In dreamy mood reclines he long, Nor dares his tranced eyes unclose ; Till, warbling wild, the sea-maid's song, Far in the crystal cavern rose ; Soft as that harp's unseen...

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